RestStop

Like the exit

I should have

Stopped at has

Disappeared behind me

I am hoping

That the next

One I see

Is where I

Stop a while

To decide if

I should stay

Pursuit of love

Grows long weary

Until I know

That only we

Can be true

Cornermen (to Bean)

Bean you do

Know by now

That which I

Have always known

I am here

You are there

Wherever we are

Recharging ourselves apart

So that we

Remain stronger together

We are each

The others cornerman

At the end

Of the round

Of daily battles

We find our

Place to rest

Taking a moment

Of reflection before

The next day

CharlotteMorn (to Bean)

The early sky

Is grey like

Tepid murky water

Of freshly bathed

Dusty dirty children

It covers everything

Like aging dust

Except for silky

Ribbons of pink

Hanging on horizon

Like fresh negligees

Hung to dry

Distant mid summer

Honey suckle wafts

Sweet delicate fragrance

Like invisible clouds

Of debutantes passing-by

Coffee for me

Coffee for you

Sit patiently steaming

Upon dawns arrival

Stumbling you sit

Next to me

Smiling I think

Like the sun

That is missing

This Charlotte morn

AgainMorning (to Bean)

Orange sherbet sky

Bleeds blue azure

Glowing through streaks

Of nighttime rain

As birds gossip

About yesterday’s sorely

Lack of worms

Drink umbrella flowers

Curtsy and shake

Like wet dogs

Sending dew drops

Airborne and parachuting

Landing on chutes

Of grass sliding

Gleefully like children

Down down down

Steam rises silently

From coffee cups

Like elegant fingers

Of social matrons

Crawling between cracks

In bedroom doors

Knocking sleepy eyes

Last nights cologne

Blending with seductive

Columbian and cream

SoGoesYou (to Bean)

Let me explain

Like the moon

That we see

When we see

It most often

Shields the better

Parts of itself

From our view

Only ever showing

All of itself

Once a month

The rest slivers

Waxing and waning

However its energy

Continues to balance

Tides and affects

The heavenly bodies

Imagine a world

Absent the moon

Even just parts

Aren’t we better

To enjoy some

Most the time

Then none ever

For even slivers

Bring great light

To our dark

And cold world

Ergo for me

So goes you